by Dorian Black
- I place the buds in my ears -
: He lies down with a needle in is arm :
- Bass hits and I close my eyes -
: Blood flows and he closes his :
- I let the hook reel me in -
: He thinks of how he'll get out :
- Oblivion. The music numbs my fears. -
: Oblivious. The morphine takes his tears. :
-: It takes away the thoughts of what will happen
if he's not here tomorrow. :-
Author's Note: The only thing that seemed to come out when they told me today that my dad was in the hospital with blood clots in his lungs.
Posted on 01/29/2012
Copyright © 2022 Dorian Black
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 01/29/12 at 03:38 AM|
vivid images and potent fear from these words. Well done, good thoughts your way, hope all is well
|Posted by Jennifer Truesdale on 01/29/12 at 09:44 PM|
absolutely perfect. i feel it all sinking in.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/15/12 at 04:22 PM|
This is a great way to compare the two deadenings of pains. I hope all is much better with your dad by now.